Though Flynn Lewis spoke softly, his tone was firm. More importantly, Finn knew far more than Emma Lewis did. He even had a foreboding sense that he might leave Earth one day. At least he wouldn't take blows lying down. He didn't know why that insane alien wanted to kill him, but if it planned to, it had better be prepared to be killed.
Emma Lewis stiffened slightly, then suddenly sat up straight in Finn's lap, turning to straddle his legs. It was only then that Finn noticed her face was streaked with tears. Grinding her teeth, Emma, her eyes streaming, spoke harshly, "I don't care if your wife at home can satisfy you or not, but since you're here, you need to pay the public grain to me."
As she spoke, Emma Lewis undid Finn's belt, and before he could react, her head was already moving down.
